A/N Hey kids, its your boi! This has some smutty themes so lil smol beans beware!

I regret much, but I regret this the most.

I rolled out of bed, hangover pounding in my skull. I look around confused, sitting on the edge of my checkered sheets. 

I'm naked, I smell like pure alcohol, My sheets were stiff and sort of sticky. That only means one thing.

I had a one night stand.

Again.

I faced palmed myself quietly. Whoever it was with was long gone, but by the fact that I wasn't feeling any pain in my ass, I was either the Dominate or it was with a girl. Fucking hell.

I took a shower and changed into my average every day clothes. I took some Advil to try and rid me of this horrible headache. "You have fun last night, Tom?" A Norwegian voice sneered at me. I saw his reflection in the mirror, the small gap in his teeth visible. "well in fact I did, Commie." I growled back, even though I had no memory of last night except the whiff of women's perfume in my sheets and a flash of blond hair and makeup.

"Heh, yeah, really sounded like it. 'Oh yes, it feels so good! You're so big! AGh~'" Tord mimicked the girls voice in an obnoxious bratty tone.

"Oh shut up, at least I can get some if I want it." His face flushed with either rage or embarrassment, I couldn't really tell. "Y-Yeah, whatever. I like someone anyway so I'm going to respect that and not sleep around with any drunk skank I find like some kind of a man whore." He snarled, face still red. 

The red in his face was highly visible thanks to his pale skin. The fact I could get him so riled up made me smile. I like it when he's mad. Or, erm, I like it when he's mad at me, because he's to easily annoyed and I like a reaction! Yeah...

"You're too easily riled up Tord. Learn to... Relax~" I whispered in his ear, pushing him against a wall. He turned his head in the opposite direction, his blush even more apparent than before. 

I snickered and shoved him to the side, onto the floor. He hissed in pain as he landed on his right side. It must still be sensitive from the surgeries that have been done on it and all the burns.

"F-fuck...You." He spat at me, gritting his teeth in pain. I felt a flash of guilt before it disappeared. "and to you the same." I spat on him, nailing him right on the face. He looked so pissed in that moment i would've been scared, but ever since he came back, Edd made him throw out all his guns except for one, but that was always in an air tight casing that he never opened.

I began to walk off as he tried to get up. I heard a whimper of pain, and the guilt flooded through me for a split second before it was gone once again. I don't care about that god damn commie, not a bit.

Maybe I'm lying to myself, just a tad.

Nah.

I heard Edd help the Norsk up and grab my shoulder. "What the hell Tom!? He just had surgery done on his arm! You can't just shove him round like that!" I shrugged and took another sip from my flask. "Don't shrug me! Just, I don't know, apologize?" Edd looked at me, a bit of hope sparkling in his eyes.

"Ugh fine. Sorry." I rolled my eyes and looked the other direction after I said it, not wanting him to think I meant it. Because I totally didn't!

I shrugged off Edd's glare and the commies pained expression and went to my room. As soon as I closed the door I got a text from an old pal of mine from college, Oliver. Oliver was always a crazy dude, always ready to play the heart of his next victim. The guys a total party animal and every party I go to is usually hosted by Oliver or one of his "friends".

Ollie boi: Yo Thomas, huge party tonight hosted by a friend of mine. You probs won't see me around since I'll be getting dicked down by Noah buttt could still be fun if you want to go?

I laughed a little. Noah was his most recent play thing, and he has been having fun.

Tommy <3: Yeah sure, am I aloud to bring someone?

Ollie boi: Shit dog do whatever. Not my fucking party lmao

I laughed a bit. Oliver may be a horrible person, but he's still pretty funny. Now my problem is who to bring? Why am I even bringing someone you ask? Well, if there's anything I learned, if Oliver tells you about a party, you don't go alone. The only way to not get borderline RAPED or Drunk and drugged off your ass is to go with one or more people. 

Edd hates parties, has since we were in high school, so he's off the list. Matt is innocent and Edd would KILL ME if I ruined that, so he's a no. Tord, well, worst case scenario is he gets drunk and tries to jump off the building or some shit.

I sigh, Tord it is then.

I knock on his door before walking in. "Hey fucko, My friend invited me to a party but I'm not going to that shit alone so like, you want to go to a party with me? You don't even have to hang around me, I just need a sober driver and someone to bail me out of a drunken problem, can you handle that?"

Tord barely glanced up at me before nodding and grumbling a soft "Yeah."

"Alright cool, be ready to leave at nine. or wait uh-"

"Seventeen hundred hours, got it. See you then Tom."

"Wait but-"

"Goodbye. Thomas."

And with that Tom was thrown out of the man in red's room. "Well fuck you too!"

~~~~~~

I don't know where I am or who these people are. All I know is that it's late, I'm horny, and I'm completely hammered. 

I lost a bet to a guy in a chiffon skirt and now I'm wearing six inch black pumps that sparkled. also I lost my pants and someone gave me tight checkered shorts that show off my ass. They might not be my size, but at least they got the pattern right.

"Toord?" I drunkenly called out. I really need to get home. Really should NOT have drank "the special" which was a mix called Vodquila. It was basically Vodka and tequila mixed together. 

Suddenly I felt two hands on my waist and breath on my neck. "Heya baby, you want to dance awhile" I didn't know who he was, but fuck was his accent sexy. Where was it from? Sweden? Norway? He spun me around and we grinded on each other for a bit, me backing my ass against his dick as his calloused hands roamed my thighs and under my jacket. All I saw was a flash of red. Red is such a hot color.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him upstairs, ready to get fucked senseless by this stranger. As soon as we reached a room I was all over him, hands in his hair and lips pressed against his. It was rough and hot but I was in control.

It was when I was pulling that strangely familiar red shirt off of him when he pushed me away. "Heyy! What- gives mann." I tried to get back on him but he shoved me again. "No no. This is wrong. I was just gonna get some slutty dancing from you but I'm not gonna fuck you."

"Okay thenn I'll fuck youuu." I cut him off starting to palm him through his black jeans. "No Thomas you're drunk." He tried to reason but I was too far gone "I like the wayy you say my naame." I swayed a bit, but grabbed onto his shoulder. I bit his ear and kissed down his neck, trying to get him on board. 

"no Tom, c'mon. I'll get you home." He then proceeded to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder. "Too your house you saay? Niicee" I could basically hear him rolling his eyes as he put me in his car, buckling me up.

~~~~~~

I was awoke by my alarm clock blaring. "Agh! Fucking hell!" I yelled and chunked it across the room, making it shut off. I have a horrible hang over and I smell like absolute shit. I need some medicine and a shower.

I'll get the medicine first.

I slowly walked to the the bathroom, not even realizing why I was stumbling so much or the uncomfortable tightness of my pants that was definitely not from a boner. I only came to realize my outfit once I saw it in the mirror. 

"Oh hell no."

That's when everything came back to me. The party, me wanting a one night stand, meeting someone, and then that someone taking me home. But who at that party knew where I lived except for..

Tord.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck I think that I wished it continued. I think I might want his dick inside or me. I think I never want to stop his hands from roaming my body. But that has to be drunken thoughts right? Nothing to take seriously.

Still I fear if it happens again, I won't stop him.

A/N ew the ending. I gave up dudes. I've been trying to write this since like fucking January. Cut me some slack.